8/16/2012

Intoxicated by the smell of paint

      I want all people  send to the devil. My existence now makes me sick. My variable nature just woke up and I want to wash everything that moves. And I want to sleep forever, but first give me a lot of money. I could fill the pockets disgusting what I want.  

And where the hell are you...
You stupid, annoying bitch, who sat in my head. 

Lilu